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7/9/2025, 11:23:43 PM
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my femlala was raised by a kind old hrothgar baker who found her abandoned at an outpost when she was just a baby. he had visited the outpost for supplies, but came back with a child.
he raised her as best he could, because he had personally grown up as an orphan and never would have wished that on anyone. but strange things happened around her that made her difficult to raise. objects would burn or freeze at random. in the woods, plants would draw slowly towards her while they walked together. he noticed all of this, but kept it hidden from her. as she got older, it stopped happening as frequently.
he taught her how to bake. she called him "dad" without a second thought. his best friend, a maleroe thief effectively became her uncle and taught her sleight of hand. she had a family, and was happy. together, she and her father ran his bakery and spent many peaceful years like this, living in the little apartment above it together. these were the good times, and he showed her all of his affection.
then, one day, he passed. and in her grief, another strange thing happened: the afternoon following his funeral, when she was sat at his work table crying the hardest, massive, razor sharp shards of ice exploded outward from within the home, splintered the wood from the inside, and collapsed the entire bakery. terrified, she abandoned it and spent a year on the road alone as a wanderer, and eventually as a thief, until she arrived by chance at ul'dah, with her pockets full of other people's stolen things.
In Ul'dah she learned of thaumaturgy, and a lot of confusing things about her past clicked into place. She tried to live quietly after that, but her time as a thief made her enemies who still recognize her large eyes. Sometimes she bakes, but the smell of fresh bread makes her ugly-cry. Random hroths remind her of him. She's never cared to meet her biological parents, whose abandonment gave her subconscious issues that she still isn't fully aware of.
my femlala was raised by a kind old hrothgar baker who found her abandoned at an outpost when she was just a baby. he had visited the outpost for supplies, but came back with a child.
he raised her as best he could, because he had personally grown up as an orphan and never would have wished that on anyone. but strange things happened around her that made her difficult to raise. objects would burn or freeze at random. in the woods, plants would draw slowly towards her while they walked together. he noticed all of this, but kept it hidden from her. as she got older, it stopped happening as frequently.
he taught her how to bake. she called him "dad" without a second thought. his best friend, a maleroe thief effectively became her uncle and taught her sleight of hand. she had a family, and was happy. together, she and her father ran his bakery and spent many peaceful years like this, living in the little apartment above it together. these were the good times, and he showed her all of his affection.
then, one day, he passed. and in her grief, another strange thing happened: the afternoon following his funeral, when she was sat at his work table crying the hardest, massive, razor sharp shards of ice exploded outward from within the home, splintered the wood from the inside, and collapsed the entire bakery. terrified, she abandoned it and spent a year on the road alone as a wanderer, and eventually as a thief, until she arrived by chance at ul'dah, with her pockets full of other people's stolen things.
In Ul'dah she learned of thaumaturgy, and a lot of confusing things about her past clicked into place. She tried to live quietly after that, but her time as a thief made her enemies who still recognize her large eyes. Sometimes she bakes, but the smell of fresh bread makes her ugly-cry. Random hroths remind her of him. She's never cared to meet her biological parents, whose abandonment gave her subconscious issues that she still isn't fully aware of.
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